King of Heather

King of hills, king of heather
King of forest, lake and moor.
King of shadows, king of night
King of nothing at all.

King of names, king of men
Ever hiding, ever fighting
My courtiers wolves, ruins my throne
My crown the winter stars.

Better so, to sleep the Ages
The long death of my race.
Than to take the lonely road
To a royal tomb.

For you I took up
The black banner and broken sword.
In the velvet twilight made a vow
To carry me across the world.

A tear on your cheek
Like rain on lilies
Was the only kingship
I ever desired.

- Varda